Count Vladimir's crimson eyes lingered on Alina, his gaze deep and unreadable. His tall frame, pale skin, and elegant presence made her straighten unconsciously, a shiver running up her spine.
"And Vlad Jr. was a great companion," she said warmly, forcing herself to meet those piercing eyes. "He was thoughtful, loyal, and cared for all his friends."
At that, Vladimir's expression softened almost imperceptibly, and the stiffness among the parents began to melt. One by one, the guarded tension eased, replaced with quiet pride in their children.
